"It's done, we have backup."

Steve nodded:

"Now that everything is ready, let's set off. We have grasped Sitwell's whereabouts."

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the other side.

Sitwell and the national congressman walked out of the restaurant,

The congressman said as he walked:

"I have to fly home tonight. There's something wrong with the constituency and I have to deal with it."

Sitwell asked:

"Which constituent has the problem, Mr. Congressman?"

"Not really."

The congressman stopped, looked at Sitwell, and continued:

"Twenty-three years old, a bit hot."

“Quite spicy!”

"I remember she wanted to be a reporter, but I don't remember. Who would care to listen to her?"

Sitwell said with a smile:

"It doesn't seem like a big problem."

The MP said:

"Yeah?"

"She scratched my back so much it hurt."

Then he smiled and said: "This is not the right place to talk about this."

Then he looked at the pin on Sitwell's collar and praised, "The pin is good."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The congressman smiled and said: "A hug."

The two embraced each other, and the congressman whispered in Sitwell's ear:

"Long live Hydra."

Apparently this national congressman is also a member of Hydra.

While the two were communicating, Steve and the other three also arrived at the scene and communicated through headsets. Steve was hiding in the car, while Natasha was aiming remotely with a sniper rifle.

Steve asked: "Did you see that?"

Sam nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it."

As the congressman left with four bodyguards, Sitwell and his two security personnel were left on the scene.

At this time, the phone rang. Sitwell took out his phone and looked at it. The caller ID said Alexander Pierce.

Seeing this phone number, Sitwell said to the two security guards behind him:

"You go and bring the car over first."

After Dafa removed the security personnel, Sitwell answered the phone.

"Hello, sir."

At this time, a strange man's voice came through the phone:

"Agent Sitwell, did you have a good lunch?"

“I heard the crab cakes here are pretty good.”

Sitwell said doubtfully:

"Who are you?"

"The handsome guy wearing sunglasses at ten o'clock."

Sitwell looked towards the ten o'clock direction and did not see the target man.

"The other ten o'clock direction."

"You see it."

At this time, Sitwell saw a black man sitting at a roadside stall drinking a drink and wearing sunglasses. He was talking on the phone and picked up the drink and motioned to him.

Sitwell asked:

"What do you want to do?"

Sam said:

"You turn right at the corner."

"There is a gray car in the second parking space. Let's go for a ride."

Sitwell said disdainfully:

"Why should I listen to you."

Sam spoke:

"Because that tie looks expensive and I don't want to get it dirty."

Sitwell looked down at his tie, and a red dot appeared on it. This was the infrared aiming of the sniper rifle.

Sitwell immediately raised his head and looked around, but did not find the gunman, because he was in the square in front of the building's restaurant, and there was no obstruction. Even if he wanted to run into the building, it would take time.

At the same time, Sitwell is not wearing a special body armor. With his speed and physique, even if he is injected with a physical enhancement agent, if he is hit by a large-caliber sniper rifle bullet, he will be seriously injured. If he takes the opportunity to repair the gun, it will be fatal.

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After seeing this, Sitwell followed the other party's instructions and walked towards the vehicle. He wanted to see who was causing trouble for him. When the time came, he would have a close encounter and he would also have a hostage in hand.

However, when Sitwell got in the car and looked at Steve Rogers in the car, he was stunned for a moment. It turned out to be this guy.

At this moment, Sitwell wanted to jump out of the car and escape. He knew clearly that he was no match for Steve, but soon Natasha also came down from the sniper point.

Seeing the two of them, Sitwell didn't dare to expose himself anymore. He couldn't fight or run away. He seemed to hope that his two security personnel could react in time after seeing him disappear.

Being taken all the way to the roof of a building by Steve and Natasha, Sitwell kept hiding his strength and acted as weak as a civilian. He was thrown a few meters away by Steve.

"Tell me about Zola's algorithm."

Sitwell picked up his flat mirror and held it nervously on his face.

"Never heard of it."

Steve pressed closer and asked at the same time:

"What did you do on the Remalia?"

Sitwell said as he backed away:

"I'm seasick. I've been vomiting."

After retreating to the edge of the building, Sitwell was about to pretend to slip and fall, but was caught by Steve to steady himself.

Seeing this situation, Sitwell angered the other party and said:

"You did this to hint to me, can you throw me off the roof?"

"That's not your style, Rogers."

Steve looked at the other person and said:

"You're right, it's not."

"But, it's her style."

At this time, Natasha kicked Sitwell and knocked him down.

"ah!"

Sitwell, who was free falling in the air, immediately adjusted his posture. At the same time, he knew that Steve would definitely have a back-up plan and would not let him fall to death just like this.

Sure enough, in the next moment, a figure soared into the sky from below, grabbed him by the collar behind him, pulled him up, and flew upstairs.

"Ah~"

Sitwell pretended to be scared and continued to scream.

At this time, Natasha and Steve were still chatting on the roof.

"Wait a minute, what about the girl in the accounting department, Laura?"

Steve shook his head and said:

"It's Lillian, the one with the lip ring, right?"
To be continued...